Boo yah! Spike's in the house!
Okay, THAT sounded big headed. I don't blame you if you want to come out of this story.
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And now, I shall write!
By the way, I am listening to Hatsune Miku's "World is Mine". I'm an anime freak, and all.


Rosebud wiped the tears from her pretty face and sat up. Cartman had not yet come to apologise. Knowing him, he probably never would.
She pulled her fringe out of her eyes, and sat down at her desk. Pulling the cordless phone towards her, she dialled the very-familiar number under speed-dial.
Kyle picked up after 4 rings.

'Yeah?' he asked.
'H-h-hi, Kyle. What's up?'
Kyle heard her gasping for air. His guess was that she was crying.
'Rosebud? What's wrong?'
'Wrong?' cried Rosebud. 'Wrong? Why would anything be wrong? Hahahaha!' She laughed manically. Kyle held the phone away from his ear and bit his lip. When he was quite sure she was done, he spoke again.
'Listen, I was going to ask you at school, but then the whole thing burned down. So, uh...'
'Yes?' Rosebud asked, wiping the tears away.
'Uh, well, two things, actually... do- do you know if Cartman had anything to do with Lisa's accident?'
'How should I know? Cartman only seems to talk to me lately to insult me. And why would you think that he would have something to do with it?'
'He was acting weird outside Lisa's hospital ward. Wouldn't go in.'
'I see...'
'And when we came out, you know, to pay our respects, he was muttering to himself.'
'Oh. Well, me and him aren't really on speaking terms right now. Maybe you could ask him?'
'Yeah, like he'd tell me. The "filthy Jew". Oh god, now I sound like him...'
'You aren't a patch on him, Kyle. Only the Devil would be jealous of him.'
'You're right. Thanks, Rosebud.'
'So, uh... what was the other thing you were going to ask me?'
Kyle was silent for a moment. Then, he breathed in.
'I... I mean, Kenny bought the new Chucky movie, and I was going to ask, seeing as the school is closed, if you wanted to come over and watch it?'
'Kenny? Bought it?'
'Well, no, not strictly speaking.'
'Well, I have nothing else to do, so why not?'
'Okay. Come round about 12-ish, yeah?'
'Sure. And, thanks Kyle.'
'No problem!'
'Okay, so, uh... bye!'
'Bye!'
Rosebud hung up the phone and, if anyone else would have been in the room at that time, they would have sworn to themself that she blew a kiss in the phone's direction.

At the hospital...

'Okay, Mr Marsh. You can see her now...'
Stan got up from his chair and walked slowly towards Lisa's room. The nurse pushed open the door and motioned him towards the bed.
'Lisa... your friend is here. He came to see you especially.'
Stan looked at the nurse and she nodded, indicating it was okay for him to approach her. He pulled one of the plastic chairs towards the edge of the bed and sat down.
'Let me know if you need anything. I'll be just outside.'
'Okay. Thank you.'
The nurse smiled and tucked a lock of wavy blonde hair behind her ears. And then she went out of the room.
It was just Stan and Lisa now.
'Hi, Lisa.' whispered Stan. 'How are you? Stupid question, really...'
The monitor kept going "Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep."
'Mrs Garrison taught us about the Holocaust today. I'm sure you'd have taught her a thing or two, she was useless.'
Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep.
'Cartman kept on at Kyle about it. Eventually Jimmy knocked him over the head with one of his crutches. It was funny.'
Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep.
'I didn't laugh. Cartman's a real *sshole.' He paused. 'Your brother sends his love. So does your mom, and your dad. They say... they hope you get better real soon. And I heard your Grampa's in town. It would be a nice surprise, for him to come and see you...' He cut off, mentally kicking himself for that last comment. He felt tears building up in his eyes. Lisa couldn't die. She was too young, it was too early. She needed to die old, surrounded by her awards for environmental-saving and book-writing!
Stan held Lisa's hand and wept silently, while the warm, salty tears dropped on to her soft skin.
Suddenly, he felt Lisa's hand move. Not by much, but he could have sworn he felt her squeeze his own tear-sodden hand. He looked up, frozen to the spot.
He shook he head and got up, bolting for the door. 'Nurse! Nurse!' he cried.
'Mr Marsh, I must ask you to quiet down! What's the matter?'
'Its Lisa! She-she squeezed my hand! I swear she did!'
The nurse went into Lisa's room and pulled out a stethoscope. She placed it on Lisa's head, changing the place of it a few times. She studied Lisa's hands, and the heart monitor.
'I'm afraid I can see no change in Lisa's current state. It must have been a sudden reaction to the medication being pumped into her blood.'
'No... it can't have been. She-she knew I was here...'
'Mr Marsh, we can't guarantee Lisa will...pull through. Maybe it would be better off if you... prepared yourself for the worse...'
'Are you telling me I should just brush it off like a fly on my shoulder? I am never going to give up on Lisa, ever.'
'Very well.'
Once again, the nurse left the room, and Stan cried harder than ever.

With Cartman...

'The police are delving into the mysterious disappearance of a young boy's underpants. It seems that the target of the theft, 9 year-old Tweek Tweak, has some kind of mental disorder that makes him think that "Underpants Gnomes" have taken them. More at noon, with top reporter Ivana Tinkle."

Cartman rocked back and forth, his legs tucked up, his face contort with fear. What will become of him now? He watched the TV blankly, and didn't even react when Terrance and Phillip came on.
He was dead inside.
The phone rang suddenly. He jumped, but did not answer it.
Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring.
Finally, he could not stand it.
And when he picked up, he heard a shaky voice at the other end.
'I know you did it.'


Kyle's house...

'As a doll, I'm infamous!* I'm one of the most notorious slashers in history, and I don't want to give that up! I am Chucky, the killer doll, and I dig it!'

'So true,' said Kenny. It was just him, Kyle and Rosebud here. Kyle's hair was free of his Ushanka and it bounced freely around his head **. He wasn't wearing his coat, as it was very warm in his room. Rosebud had made a special effort, her hair washed, cherry t-shirt on and black combat trousers ironed. She had even put a rose in her hair, the black one Kenny had returned to her after the school burnt down, and had woken up... not dead.
Stan was at the hospital. Cartman wasn't interacting with anyone.
It was okay.


With Stan...

He stayed till gone 9, when the nurse told him he needed to go soon, as the hospital lights would be shut off.
He didn't worry.
He told her all sorts of things he knew she would have like to hear, had she been awake. He told her about school and annual events and award ceremonies, who had won on many of the TV knowledge shows she liked, and many other things.
'C'mon, Lisa. You have to wake up. You can't die! I won't let you die!'
Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep..
'You've got too much of your life ahead of you!'
Beeeepbeeep. Beeepbeeep.
'You can't die! Because-because-'
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Stan looked at the monitor.
It consisted of one straight green line.


Too solemn to write.
* Yes, I changed it. Look up "Chucky's Greatest Quotes of All Time" and it should come up with the original. I just didn't want my mum or dad to walk in and see me writing swear words, even censored ones.
** For some strange reason, I really like Kyle's hair...
Until next time! :)